The men, who labour and digest things most, Will be much apter to despond than boast; For if your author be profoundly good, 'Twill cost you dear before he's understood.

Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense.

Beware what spirit rages in your breast; for one inspired, ten thousand are possessed.

Let us not write at a loose rambling rate, in hope the world will wink at all our faults.

You gain your point if your industrious art can make unusual words easy.

The men, who labour and digest things most, Will be much apter to despond than boast; For if your author be profoundly good, 'Twill cost you dear before he's understood.

Abstruse and mystic thoughts you must express With painful care, but seeming easiness; For truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress.